(Hook x2)
[Sampled audio]
"So I spent all my bu*tons on an old packmule"
"Woah, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba"
[Verse 1]
Pack up the odds and ends, I got friends in low places
Who'll smoke out MC's and expose their locations
In most cases, known to be loquacious with no patience
The flow's known to topple whole nations, it's so dope and brazen
Time again for Dratch to spit a phat rhyme again
And shatter expectations like gla** Heineken bottles
While MC's be kickin' a tin can
Dratch is swingin' his pimp hand, man! Criminy jim jam!
So cut the flim flam, I'm intangible, gaseous
So fast, he must be as speedy as all the caps he bust
In a rapper's unruly gluteus maximus
And if he lives past this battle, it'll be truly miraculous
Damn, this song kicks a**
With thick slabs of psychedelic ba** just like The Atomic b**hwax
Ain't a track on this mixtape to skip past
I crash the flow into MC's and give em whiplash
(Hook x2)
[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Nobody's gonna remember you like you're of Dougie fame
Too scared to use your real voice like Lil Ugly Mane
So you f**in change it up like Jim Meskimen
Dratch won't let any whack rapper get the best of him
I don't play gently, you picked the wrong MC to f** with
I'm in the fast lane like Don Henley
Call me Thanatos, hunting MC's like antelopes
Come back with good weed, I don't want this bammer, gross
Rapping is hard work, f'sho, but it can be fun
Like counting dead people in an SNL rerun
Very Rembrandt-esque
But my sanity's lot, and there's no remnants left
So I preach fire and brimstone like Jonathan Edwards
With a bit more whimsy and many more f-words
Born and bred mourning his own dead dreams
Forever s**ually edged out by some cornfed meathead, jeez